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<blockquote data-quote="Two Tone" data-source="post: 7385762" data-attributes="member: 44728"><p>My family moved from the Cambridgeshire Fens to North Suffolk in 1972. I was 12, which was an impressionable age and was fascinated by the Suffolk accent. I spent a lot of time with the 2 men we had called Brian and Bob and loved listening to them talk to each other.</p><p></p><p>My father was worried about how the EEC was going to affect vegetable production and moved to Suffolk to grow Barley and Beef. In that year, the farm was already planted with cereals and we under-sowed about a third of it for the cattle to graze and make hay on the following year. But keen to get some cattle on the farm, my father bought some standing hay from an old farmer, nearby at Chippenhall Hall, to feed the cattle during the first winter.</p><p></p><p>Chippenhall Hall had no electricity or water and was owned by an old chap who was virtually blind and his sister. It was very old fashioned and the old guy didn’t like modern farming or machinery. We had a new flat 8 bale system, and we had to stack a lot of the hay into his redundant open fronted cattle shed. But he wouldn’t let us put the hay in them with a flat 8 loader, so it was all stacked by hand.</p><p></p><p>During my half term in June that year, I was helping Brian do so. The weather was Hot as it was definitely a Flaming June.</p><p></p><p>The old guy’s sister came out of the house and asked if we would like a glass of lemonade, to which we both replied yes. She then went back to the house and came out with a tray, a bottle of Robinson’s Lemon Barley-water, two glasses and an empty jug.</p><p></p><p>She went over to the pond, shoo’d away the Muscovy ducks, knelt down beside the edge, careful not to kneel in any of the duck sh!t. She then used the bottom of the jug to push the weed away, then lowered the jug into the pond to get the water!</p><p>She poured a drop of the squash into each glass, then added the water from the jug. The resultant drink, wasn’t yellow, but green!</p><p></p><p>Brain and I saw this happen with a look of extreme horror on our faces.</p><p>Brian looked at me and said “Do yew know what dear boy? I think I just lorst my thust!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Two Tone, post: 7385762, member: 44728"] My family moved from the Cambridgeshire Fens to North Suffolk in 1972. I was 12, which was an impressionable age and was fascinated by the Suffolk accent. I spent a lot of time with the 2 men we had called Brian and Bob and loved listening to them talk to each other. My father was worried about how the EEC was going to affect vegetable production and moved to Suffolk to grow Barley and Beef. In that year, the farm was already planted with cereals and we under-sowed about a third of it for the cattle to graze and make hay on the following year. But keen to get some cattle on the farm, my father bought some standing hay from an old farmer, nearby at Chippenhall Hall, to feed the cattle during the first winter. Chippenhall Hall had no electricity or water and was owned by an old chap who was virtually blind and his sister. It was very old fashioned and the old guy didn’t like modern farming or machinery. We had a new flat 8 bale system, and we had to stack a lot of the hay into his redundant open fronted cattle shed. But he wouldn’t let us put the hay in them with a flat 8 loader, so it was all stacked by hand. During my half term in June that year, I was helping Brian do so. The weather was Hot as it was definitely a Flaming June. The old guy’s sister came out of the house and asked if we would like a glass of lemonade, to which we both replied yes. She then went back to the house and came out with a tray, a bottle of Robinson’s Lemon Barley-water, two glasses and an empty jug. She went over to the pond, shoo’d away the Muscovy ducks, knelt down beside the edge, careful not to kneel in any of the duck sh!t. She then used the bottom of the jug to push the weed away, then lowered the jug into the pond to get the water! She poured a drop of the squash into each glass, then added the water from the jug. The resultant drink, wasn’t yellow, but green! Brain and I saw this happen with a look of extreme horror on our faces. Brian looked at me and said “Do yew know what dear boy? I think I just lorst my thust!” [/QUOTE]
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